The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “ Mad “.
Coventry UK: Good afternoon Jon, today finds me back in the Midlands of England and a return to warm beer and indifferent weather which I’m becoming particularly fond of – the beer that is.
Saw Nils Lofgren in Northhampton last week, a surprisingly good show, Canadian Devon Sproule at Taylor Johns, and several great local acts at The Nursery Tavern In Chapelfields, including, Kristy Gallacher, Lucy Anne Sale and Wes Finch and the Dirty Band, so I’m not sitting on my backside.
Sadly, I believe the Megahertz suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Rockdogs last weekend – all I can say Jon is I hope you can live with yourself!
Did your defection come as a shock? A big yes.
Am I disappointed? Definitely!
But am I mad? Phhh
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Mad
Am I getting mad? Who me? Get away!
I mean, I get a bit tired this time of day
Because I’m not grinning from ear to ear
Doesn’t mean I’m mad! Where’d you get that idea?
I’m not unhappy, well, I’m not overjoyed
Though I wouldn’t exactly say I’m annoyed
Testy maybe, grumpy at best
Or should that be “at worst”? Oh, give it a rest
If I looked hard enough, who knows what I’d find?
But I know what isn’t going on in my mind
So, no, I’m not mad, and I’m tired of this crap
Perhaps a tad tense, but I’m not going to snap
I’ll tell you again, you’ve made a bad call
There is nothing bothering me at all
Alright, a few little niggles that sort of frustrate me
A few minor issues that really irritate me
The odd thing that constantly needles and grates
I am only human, I’ve got my pet hates
But no, I’m not angry, go ahead, scoff
I’ll add you to the list of things pissing me off
Things like
Brittney Spiers, Mylie Cyrus
Cold sores, Ebola virus
Andrew Bolt, Alan Jones
The invasiveness of mobile phones
Public transport cancellations
Sex and age discrimination
All forms of fundamentalism
Blinkered, fervent, nationalism
What passes now for journalism
Obsession with celebrity
VIP’s, The monarchy
Autocracy and anarchy
Designer brands, fur and bling
In fact just about everything
Garish displays of obscene wealth
Lack of funds for mental health
Arms dealers, and munitions
Radio presenters, politicians
Sweat shops, Shopping malls
Smart arses, know it alls
Collateral damage, Cluster bombs
Predictive text, Cd roms
Al Quaeda, the Taliban
The CIA, The Klu Klux Klan
Casinos filled with mindless pokies
Lip sync and karaoke
Paris Hilton, spoiled rotten
Bush and Howard, not forgotten
All religions, every one
The front half of The Herald Sun
Flood, drought, famine, war
Wine buffs get up my craw
“Hint of melon, touch of straw”
Budget cuts costing lives
Roads choked with four wheel drives
Standard of suburban trains
Multi national fast food chains
Spam and unsolicited material
Crap that goes in breakfast cereal
Housing prices, rent too dear
Cost of living, price of beer
Public transport on the skids
Advertising aimed at kids
Laughable self regulation
Public health and education
Mass abuse of Human rights
“Robin Hood – Men in tights”
Racism, nothing new
From locals and from migrants too
Wages paid to CEO’s
Painful, so called, talent shows
Barbie, Dora, G.I. Joe
I really hate the Adelaide Crows
Communism, Fascism
Economic rationalism
Holes in donuts
Muesli with no nuts
Pips left in pitted prunes
Carob flavoured macaroons
Rupert Murdoch’s News cartel
Poets – damn them all to hell
Any type of line or queues
Any body else’s views
And every one of you and youse and ——
Ah, I see your game! You think I’m a child
Push me a bit and watch me get riled
But I didn’t get mad, so get off my case
Get that microphone out of my face
© Copyright 2011 Ian Bland